Coconut Grove

(альбом: Crazy From The Heat - 1985)

It's really true how nothing matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
No one's pitching 'cause there ain't no batters
In Coconut Groove

Don't bar the door, there's no one coming
The ocean's roar will dull the drumming
Of any city thoughts and city ways

The ocean breezes cool my mind
The salty days are hers and mine
To do what we wanna

Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
And softly she will speak the stars
Until sun up

It's all from having someone knowing
Just which way your head is blowing
Who's always warm, like in the morning
In Coconut Grove

The ocean breezes cool my mind
The salty days are hers and mine
To do what we wanna

Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
And softly she will speak the stars
Until sun up

It's really true how nothing matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
No one's pitching 'cause there ain't no batters
In Coconut Groove